It was once said: one woman is five hundred ducks, and two women are a thousand ducks.

Chang Zi'an felt that he should add a sentence: two women who don't look at each other - it is the square of five hundred ducks.

Taking advantage of the fact that Wang Ziyue and Su Liuqing were sneering and ironically confronting each other, Chang Zian slipped out with a headache.

Walking around the streets, the summer nights in Zhonghai City are still a little stuffy, and only when the night breeze blows can it bring a little coolness to Chang Zi'an's boring heart.

Looking at the crowd of people who passed by and disappeared in a hurry, Chang Zi'an walked with a breeze, and as the street lamps lit up one by one, Chang Zi'an finally found himself walking to the door of a small bar.

"Tonight" bar, there is wine tonight and drunk tonight, tomorrow is sad, tomorrow is sad.

The bar is small, but the decoration is more exquisite.

The red and blue lights flow freely around every corner of the dance floor. In the center of the dance floor of the bar, a group of men and women are twisting their waists frantically, playing ambiguous%2F and exciting.

There were also many guests sitting on the tables and chairs next to the bar, drinking wine and chatting, and the lonely men and women began to frown.

Chang Zi'an ordered a few bottles of beer, sat down in a chair and drank it, while his eyes swept nonchalantly in the bar.

I saw a gentle man sitting in front of a table not far from him.

Chang Zi'an is quite confident in his appearance and figure, but this seemingly gentle man looks very empty and decadent at the moment, so he has another taste.

If his appearance is an iron spear, this man is a folding fan.

The metaphor is very strange, but it is the truth of Chang Zi's peace of mind.

The man was alone, his face was a little red, so he was a little decadent, but even if this man was drunk, he seemed so gentle and elegant that people couldn't help but sigh - this guy was too attractive to women, alas, if he continued like this, he would be squeezed to the ground.

At this moment, Chang Zi'an suddenly saw several men who were hanging and smiling, walking towards the men with a lewd smile on their faces, led by a bald head, wearing a fancy T-shirt, with tattoos on his exposed arms, and two studs on one ear. Behind him were several yellow-haired men, and at a glance he knew that these people were some thugs who ate, drank, prostituted and gambled.

Several people sat down loudly in front of the men, and said very scoundrelly: "Hey buddy, wake up?" Want to crush? Want to crush? The purity is 99%, which is guaranteed to make you want to die and never suffer again. ”

As he spoke, the bald head took out a packet of white powder very secretly and shook it in front of the man.

"Seriously, it's all high-end goods."

"Yes, yes, yes, you kid is definitely lucky to be able to meet my bald brother here."

The younger brothers were coaxing on the side, but they kept looking around, for fear of being nosy. After all, there is a great risk in selling this kind of thing, and many of their predecessors have accidentally caught the way.

The man rubbed his face, which was a little hot from drinking, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was tricked into drinking by a friend." But I'm not drinking well, and I'm a little dizzy now. Can you sue me, what is this? ”

The expression on the bald man's face stiffened slightly, and he said, "Damn, I came across a bag of B goods." ”

"Drinking at a bar, you ask me what is this? Are you so stupid or fake? Now the children on the road know what it is. You pretend to force me again, believe it or not, your bald brother cuts you? I'll ask you again, do you want to be crushed? Two hundred and one grams. ”

The man stood up, looked a little ashamed, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't even make a steamed bun with such a little flour, so what's the use of me asking for it?" Now I have to go. ”

As he spoke, the man picked up the phone, as if he wanted to contact someone.

Seeing this, the little brothers' eyes suddenly widened, and they said, "Bald, is this guy going to call the police?" ”

The man frowned, and was about to explain that he was just contacting a friend, but the bald head didn't give him any chance, grabbed the man by the collar, and with a force on his arm, he lifted it to the counter of the bar.

The man's body smashed many wine glasses on the counter to the ground, and the bartender was startled in the back, and kept telling the bald head not to make a big fuss, and the bald head cursed, and the bartender suddenly dared not speak.

"You don't eat and drink on a dog's day, do you? I don't believe you don't have any money, and I have to rob it today. ”

Chang Zian looked straight at a few people, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Chang Zi'an hates dog blood the most, and people who can come to the bar to mess around must have this awareness, but he can see that this is indeed a very polite and stupid man.

Chang Zi'an felt that there should be more such talents in the world, so he stood up and walked towards a few people.